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"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

some gangsey/pynch things

so ronan is secretly a huge one direction fan. only adam knows this

and the gangsey figure it out one summer day when they’re all packed into the pig, windows rolled down, radio on, just bein aesthetic and all that

and a 1d song comes on the radio!! and no one really notices it at first because it’s turned down and the windows are open (plus the engine is noisy af as always)

when ronan starts humming the song from the front seat

and ganseys like………. “ronan,,, do u know this song??” turning up the volume a little

ronans all like hm? no huh

and adam grins wickedly, because he knows ronan’s secret and he’s about to get exposed big time

blue sees adam smile and jumps out of her seat as far as her seatbelt will let her, arms wrapped around ronan’s headrest, and yells “yOU DO KNOW THIS SONG”

adam laughs. bc he’s evil

and noah immediately reaches forward from the middle seat and turns up the volume

ronan is hardcore GLARING at adam

of course noah loves 1D, he’s basically a part of the band, so he starts singing loudly “YEAH, WE’LL BE DOIN WHAT WE DO”

and adam joins in, making full eye contact with ronan, “JUST PRETENDIN THAT WE’RE COOL”

ronan is now sitting in the front seat with his arms crossed and he’s absolutely FUMING

and now they’re all singing the lyrics, grinning and trying to get ronan to sing along

ronan turns around to glare at them all, but he sees adam laughing and singing and his eyes are sparkling, he’s shining, and he’s happy. and ronan loosens a little

just a little

so ronan rolls his eyes, sucks it up, and yells: “and if we get together, yeah, get together, don’t let the pictures leave your phone, ohhh”

blue and gansey cheer, and gansey turns up the volume to max when the chorus comes on, and now the whole gangsey is screaming the chorus, hands sticking out of windows, wind blowing in their faces, and they’re all smiling and happy and stupid:

LETS GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY TILL WE SEE THE SUN, I KNOW WE ONLY MET BUT LETS PRETEND ITS LOVE AND NEVER NEVER NEVER STOP FOR ANYONE

ronan’s shouting the song out too, and he locks eyes with a beaming adam, and ronan hasn’t felt this happy in a long time

blue is SCREECHING “tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young”

it’s just. so aesthetic. they’re all just so full of love and joy and they’re being carefree teenagers  and it’s just a perfect moment

in conclusion, ronan thinks 1D is hot (but his boyfriend’s hotter), noah is literally the epitome of a boy band singer, and they’re all just teens. let them be stupid teenagers

when adam’s not at college, he’s living with ronan at the barns (obviously)

so summers are pretty much bliss

when the whole gangsey isn’t over (which is often) adam and ronan just do Domestic Things together, and cooking/baking is one of them

they love baking together because they’re not even good

like they actually suck at making food. it almost always comes out inedible

they go out and buy a shit ton of baking ingredients/supplies, like just piling whatever they can find into a shopping cart, and take it back to the barns to pour it all into one bowl and stick it in the oven

they always blast music too!! but it’s one direction, because ronan is a 12 year old girl and he’s obsessed

so imagine: ronan and adam, faces and clothes smeared with cake batter (because of course making out while baking??), mixing all kinds of sugar and flour and baking powder into pots and pans and glass bowls, singing along stupidly to their favorite boy band, drunk on each other’s happiness. the sun is streaming through the windows and lighting up the whole kitchen and a light breeze is coming through the open sliding doors and it’s just perfect, they’re perfect, and they’re just living

(opal walks in, takes in the scene, and wordlessly turns around and walks out the door)

(they do this thing where they drive to the supermarket and make lists of ingredients for each other to get, and then race to see who can get all of their items first)

(once adam told ronan to get baking soda and ronan bought a huge bottle of diet coke)

(and one time adam just straight up bought bleach. who knows what he was thinking)

then they stuff everything in the oven and make out, laughing and giddy, until they smell burning and have to break apart

(adam likes to sit on the countertop so he and ronan are eye to eye, and he wraps his legs around ronan’s waist as they kiss)

one time gansey and blue make an impromptu visit (like normal,, they always just show up) and walk into the kitchen to find ingredients spilled and splattered all over the counters and cabinets, smoke pouring out of the oven and right next to it adam and ronan tangled up in each other, ronan with batter smeared across his cheek and adam, whose shirt is halfway over his head, with powdered sugar all over his hair.

(adam probably has batter on his fingers and ronan is probably licking it off. kinky)

blue bursts out laughing and gansey looks like he’s about to

adam and ronan smile wickedly—adam blushing significantly more than ronan—but ronan doesn’t back up and adam doesn’t unhook his legs from around ronan. so gansey sighs and pulls the mess of a cake out of the oven and immediately walks over to the trash can and just dumps the whole thing

ronan acts offended as they start to clean up

(adam tugs his shirt back down and ronan pouts)

(“get a room” definitely comes from blue)

(“this was our room” definitely comes from ronan)

anyways i have no self control when it comes to domestic pynch and the gangsey reacting to pynch and also just pynch in general

ceaser go stab stab

september is coming up so here’s your yearly reminder to leave billie joe armstrong the fuck alone

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.” 

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

___

…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

___

…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

___

A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

___

…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.” 

___

…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

___

“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

___

…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

___

…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

___

…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

___

“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.” 

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?” 

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

___

“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”  

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

[This is not in any way critical towards Maggie’s occasional inconsistency. I‘ve got full sympathy for a messy mind and no patience for fans attacking her for it. It is what it is, I love this series just as much even with the knowledge that Gansey doesn’t know Adam’s birthday.]

So I’ve been listening to podcasts again and I wish someone had done this for me when I started out, so let’s sum up and describe some podcasts, shall we?



The Magnus Archives - Jonathan Sims, newly instated Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute, London, is trying to sort through statements of people that claim to have had all kinds of supernatural encounters, while only having a taperecorder to do so, because for some reason, the statements won’t let themselves be recorded on anything else. But I’m sure it’s nothing, right? Supernatural Horror at it’s finest, with incredible characters and worldbuilding. 200 episodes.

Welcome to Nightvale - An incredibly cryptic podcast, set in the fictional town of Nightvale, where all the conspiracy theories are true. Listen to Cecil Palmer, the host of Nightvale Community Radio talk about the happenings in the town, his day and that strange, beautiful new scientist that has come to town. Over 200 episodes, ongoing.

Wolf 359 - Communication Officer Doug Eiffels log of the USS Hepaestus’ journey, observing the red dwarf wolf 359. Twists and turns, some expected, some most definitely not, all in all a good time for all podcast fans. 61 episodes. 

The Strorage Papers - Unsetteling horror stories, found in a storage lot, unraveling faster that a ball of yarn. Can you keep up? And, perhaps the more important question: Can you keep it together? Carefully crafted stories that make you lock your doors twice. 104 episodes, ongoing.

The Penumbra Podcast - The space noir tales of Private I, Detective Juno Steel and his adventures on planet mars. A podcast so mysterious and casually queer, it’s almost addictive. Although their phonecall noise sounds like my alarmclock, the sound design, characters, storytelling and worldbuilding are unlike anything I’ve ever come across. 4 seasons with about 20 episodes.

Camp Here and There - Camp Nurse Sidneys recordings of her daily announcements. If you’re a fan of Gravity Falls, this is that next summer you’ve been waiting for. 34 episodes for now, possibly ongoing, possibly not.



This is it for now, I’ll be adding on when I can. I hope this’ll help someone…       or not.

A family of raccoons photobombed a wedding photoshoot 

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